I believe in pacifier goblins. There is no way that we are so careless with these things that we just LOSE them all the time. I swear we've bought or been given 25 of these suckers (ha ha) over the past 4 months and now we're basically down to 2 or 3. We even bought a 3-pack of his favorite kind from Wal-Mart one day and I think one was gone before we got home from the store.
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I think I've figured out a potential career for Foster when he gets older: Dairy Queen soft serve machine. The kid has some serious game in the pooping department. He's also got this amazing ability to poop against all laws of gravity up his back towards his shoulder blades. It's like his sphincter is a question mark or something. When I'm not angry about going through a whole bottle of Shout in a month, I'm actually impressed.
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Baby Bjorn carriers are serious chick magnets. It seems like whenever I wear one in public I get lots of oos and awws from the ladies. Even Amy notices it. I guess it's because there is this whole "oh, look at him...he's SO into parenting" thing going on. Or perhaps there's a part of women who like to see a man slightly de-masculated...you know, like how it's more appealing to find a pet at the shelter who is potty trained already. I don't know. To me it's like a really large, wiggly fanny pack.
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A recent change is going on with my sleeping routine. I've taken to going to the sofa halfway through the night and returning again before sunrise. Kind of like a sleep vampire. It's not that Foster is the reason I'm up all night...but I'm generally a very light sleeper in the first place and with three people in the bedroom it's really difficult for me to get 3-4 hours in a row uninterrupted. I feel bad heading downstairs a lot of the time, slinking away like I'm having an affair with the couch, but I'm a wimp and need my zzz's.
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Now that Amy is about to stay at home with the kids, we've had some discussions about our "adult" time and how best to fit that in. Date nights are great when you can bring your kids to a sitter, however when the sitters come over to the house it all becomes a little tricky. Is it socially acceptable to invite a sitter over and just say "Have fun with the kids, we'll be upstairs with the TV on really loud!"?
Editor's (Amy) Note: No, it's not socially acceptable.
Rats.
